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And at some point you stop looking for 'who' but rather 'how'. How their eyes sparkle when they feel joy, How their lips feel against...

Because that's just how many times I've overthought this. So I've been told that writing about it makes it better. Makes handling it...

I guess the hardest part was accepting that we weren't meant to be together. Not today, nor tomorrow. Not in this month, nor in this...

A catastrophic fall held in its power. Eyes of yours but a time machine. Pools of melted bronze that take me back to those weary nights...